Cravings

I crave

I crave the never-ending nothing

The vastness of something bigger than myself

Bigger than everything and everyone

That ever was or will be

I crave the stillness

Quiet, and cold

Where everything you’re surrounded by

Is both new and old

I crave the infinite silence

No hum of traffic, no city noise

The mindless chatter of the whole world

Just myself and my own thoughts

I crave being at peace

No more worries or cares

The constant anxiety and fear

Would no longer be there

I crave the knowledge of what else could be out there

Maybe another universe, or world

Where all the silence and solitude

Would be easy to find

Although, lately, I crave knowing what that means

What that place is, and how exactly I’ll get there

I’m afraid of what I will have to do

To finally arrive at this utopia